A/N- Second one-shot! It might be a series, I don't know... what do you guys think? Oh, and Clare is anorexic in this. Please read and review! Thanks.

I DON'T OWN DEGRASSI. (GRRR...THIS MAKES ME MAD.)

Take a breath
I pull myself together
Just another step till I reach the door
You'll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you
I wish that I could tell you something
To take it all away

I knew that something was up. I had always known, in the back of my head. I was just scared that it was something serious and I would lose her. I couldn't handle her being gone. She was the one thing that kept me sane. And now, I've made it worse. I sigh as I walk up my wooden steps, the hardwood creaking below me. I wish she knew how much it hurt me to see her like this. Why was she doing this? This isn't right, this isn't her. Ever since her parents divorced she's been different, but now… she's an entirely different person.

Sometimes I wish I could save you
and there're so many things that I want you to know
I won't give up till it's over
If it takes you forever I want you to know

"Clare. It's Eli. Please talk to me. We can get through this." I sigh as I slam my phone shut. This is the 12th message I've sent her. She won't answer. I sigh and sit on my bed. I need to tell her that she's not alone. That I won't give up. She was there for me, through cleaning my room, and getting closure over Julia. Now I need her to know that I'll be there, even if it takes forever.

When I hear your voice
It's drowning in a whisper
It's just skin and bones
There's nothing left to take
And no matter what I do I can't make you feel better
If only I could find the answer
To help me understand

She's finally agreed to meet me at the Dot. I'm scared. Nervous. Anxious. I have no clue what will happen. I sigh and walk in. I see her sitting in a booth, back against the wall, head down. She has no food, just water. I walk up.

"Hey." I say bluntly. Her head shoots up immediately as she looks at me.

"Hello." Her voice is barely a whisper. I really look at her, and see what this pain has caused her. Pale skin; bags under her eyes; and the part I had been dreading to see: she is skinny. Really skinny. Like 80 pounds, at most. She is wearing a baggy Toronto U sweatshirt, but her jeans make it easy to see how skinny she became. She's just skin and bones. I take a seat, and try to talk to her. I can see the pain in her eyes; I know no matter what I do, I can't make her feel better. I just need help; I need her to tell me understand why she's doing this. But she hardly talks to me. Her whole body is shaking.

That if you fall, stumble down
I'll pick you up off the ground
if you lose faith in you
I'll give you strength to pull through
Tell me you won't give up because I'll be waiting if you fall
Oh you know I'll be there for you

"Clare."

"What?"

"I don't know what to do to help you get over this. But no matter what, if you fall I'll pick you up. Your faith is lost, I know. But I can give you strength. Clare, just please, trust me. Tell me you won't give up on yourself, I can help you. I will be there for you. Please. We can get through this... but the only way we can is together."

Clare looks up at me. Her eyes are wide, brimming with tears.

"I don't know what happened. It all just fell apart. I didn't think I was good enough."

"You should've talked to me."

"I know." She whispers. "I'm sorry, Eli. I need you. You're the only thing that might save me from myself."

I smile. That's what I needed to hear.

"I'll save you, Clare. I'll save you."